til you say “don’t you wish you never never never met her”…ha.
already do, eh.. i don’t mind too much anymore, but pretty soon you will be. cuz it’s runnin in the family. Mother Mary…
“i want you to be an independent, woman.” Really? Who can’t be independent? mmmmm,
I’m in a new place with my much happier kids, a good job, and a pretty BMW. On my own, like without you/or any other little boy. I sleep without meds and the best part is that there are no eggshells all over the floor.
And I don’t have to pretend we never happened, cuz I’m not a giant chicken shit.
i dropped my coffee”
Trust T. coffee isn’t as heavy and I don’t have to give it up.
i thank the old god and the new..the lord of light(eh)…and the Viper, may he RIP.
You’re a car girl, you’re a star girl, you are at the door
The tide will turn, ….You even yidiedididi..aww to bad that weight=cement shoes,
CUZ There’s a window.
(T)Starling, now I am shut out and confined it may be your turn to shine
hey what’s that you say “You can find him online most of the time these days”
“Is that right?” (T)
hope that diamond is sharper that that DULL TOOL…
a serpent with a lions head, fatherless, son of chaos. Did the wisdom become two? waist up and waist down? lateral? A repentent mother who gave light and then had it stolen by the space she made because she was an attention whore?
leontoeides, bad husband, bad mother, bad son, body of a serpent is my way down this rabbit hole. Living on a cloud, filled with envy thinking he is the creator himself, deciding what i am allowed to know. Sofia’s divine mistake, created the Archons to fuck with my head, rape eve and be arrogent enough to blame wisdom herself, basically. it’s all downhill from here.
when southern religion goes wrong it sounds so damn good! meaning when parents or whomever water boards Christianity upon a chid the end result can be wet alright. Tori Amos, the Toadies, Joan Osbourne, the old Southern Blues make a dunk in the pond o’ baptism sound like hot sex and “dripping mangos.” repressed sexuality and fear of eternal damnation has given me some damn good, cumming out of my eyeballs, sonic climaxes that are better then the act of sex itself. It’s like God’s hand, or the Goddesses, unzipping the flesh off these bones and leaving me wide open to soak up all that good sexy evil…
this horizontal line….wow
If I were dealing with a normal human being, closure would be possible. Voldemort “my kids name for ex stepdad) does not have the functionality of a normal human, such as decency or having a conscience. If I was the only one abandoned (he ran away from home without saying a word) by ex, I would surely be moving on at this point, but having to talk to councilors at my daughters school because she is crying/angry because of abandonment issues is just fucked. Just when we have a few weeks of feeling some what normal, bullshit comes up. She can not understand why a “person” would push SO hard to have a relationship with her and then disregard her existence. How am I to answer that? I have no idea, it’s not how rational people deal with problems. Voldemort told me when he left that he was going to volunteer with underprivileged kids, lololol, as if he is qualified or could learn empathy.
I just know that they are hurt and assume that relationships aren’t worth it anyway. He always called them his kids, not step kids, he made a big fuss about not calling them step kids. Talk about a giant mindfuck, bad for me and epic for two awesome kids that worked hard to accept this “person” for nothing, a very long con.
I’m not surprised by Voldemort’s exit, it was his pattern, he was always one to bail and blame others when things got difficult with jobs, his family, etc. So now we are the ones that were too much, just another verse in under rug swept…. but we will be fine.